Upon these
Broken railways
Is the train
Which chased
Old moons

Beyond
That gravel passage
With steel
Laid down
On top

Tracing
Darkened veins
Across
This empty
Landscape

Where paths
To absent stations
Are lies
Of phantom
Tracks

Across
Their eerie sprawl
Outside
What home
Is vacant

But lit
From silent visitors
Who dwell
Inside
Those halls

As wisps
Of lingering pasts
Within
Each restless
Vision

That’s bright
Yet somehow missing
Clear forms
And distinct
Shapes

Recalling
Days well lived
While time
Did not
Expire

When rides
And cotton candy
Were dreams
And fate
Enough

Enjoying
Daily suns
Like pleasure
Of staying
Innocent

Remaining
Barely hopeful
In the wake
Of outside
Worlds

Those shadows
Still their
Ghosts
Now cries
Pursuing vengeance

At the risk
Of seeming
Angry
Near abandoned gates
They haunt –

No zoo
Or quiet park
Can keep
One young
Forever

No theater
Built for leiusre
Will last
Like aging
Film

Despite
The ones who tried
Amused
By being
Clever

Perplexed
Their special
Purpose
Is immortal
To a point

For crowds
That came
And gone
Through an arcade
Missing buttons

Are the only
Relics standing
After learning
Cash
Claims all.

– J. Pigno